The best fun of the last 2 days has been an exchange with my friend F about the gender of hippy names.
F: Boy. Grumble, Mooncrater.
E: Both boys, I think.
F: Lacinato (a type of kale, I had no idea). That's definitely a boy's name.
F: Girl. Cymbal?
E: Also a girl.
E: Definitely a boy. Like Clovis.
F: "Little Pubis! He's so like his father". Hummus?
E: Boy. Tarama for a girl.
F: Yes, Taramasalata. Tarama for short.
E: Then there are the triplets, Seitan, Tofu and Quorn. Girl, boy, boy.
F: My mother once asked someone her child's name and she said "Lasagna". My mother just asked if it was with an A or an E.
Please suggest your own, with gender, in the comments.
I also took the dog to the park yesterday evening. We had a pleasant enough time until its brain just sort of exploded. I filmed it briefly, to give you some inkling of how most of our interactions go. You will see that I speak to the dog 1. In French (seems to work better); and 2. As if both he and I are profoundly stupid (which may well be true on the strength of this clip, but I am not sure if this 'works'. It certainly didn't here).
The bit where he gets distracted at the end, by dust, or possibly someone opening a packet of crisps 300 miles away, is entirely typical.
It's been a long, pointless day, and now I have to take the dog out AGAIN. Entertain me, please.